Zygote
Zygote The angels stand speechless at each little soul From two loves, one flesh — Ineffable. When the worlds collide And a small seed hides inside a woman’s fair flower garden — Beautiful Swift yet silent is a new bud hastening To new forms, rising from a new strength, wakening... But still, small — all within the limits of a pinpoint! Atoms, splitting quickly into slender fingers, thin joints... There! where the makings of a man first flourishes There at the start where the warm dark nourishes The molding, unfolding of a whole new universe The first of its kind which the stars of the sky cannot contain A refrain rises up from the awe-struck seraphim Long before the 6 week heartbeat bursts through In liquid soundwaves Heaven take care of him! Glory to the Maker of the Living In the living thing made! Soundless are the world’s most dazzling miracles Secret as the seed’s unraveling... lyrical, Only to the hearts which hearken To the ...